Titanic Hermit

Resting, weary, the hermit titanic None knows where spends his life dramatic Since the chains no longer hold him tight Wandering alone is his endless plight The eagle no longer tears his flesh But solitude robs him of all zest To the bird, he would give every piece For to see his eternal pain cease Shame haunts the titanic hermit In the deep shadows, he deems himself a dimwit He was known as the one who thinks ahead Prometheus his name, but his foresight is dead His royal nephew was right But he disobey, fire bestowed upon the men's might The chains were a prison tight But soon he was freed, not for justice right Time has passed, no trace of old gods Few still fight, none give their lauds Though wronged, his protégés set him free With divine gifts, they caused chaos spree To humans, he gave not just technique But reckless pride, making all things bleak No measure resides in their arrogant vein Their fleeting joy, a desire insane Shame haunts the titanic hermit In the deep shadows, he deems himself a dimwit He was known as the one who thinks ahead Prometheus his name, but his foresight is dead For his protégés, he has no more pride Through his mistake, they suffered inside Hoping abominations stay confined Pray man's seed won't spread unkind But the sacred fire has taken them flight Beyond the sickly atmosphere's blight Animals shameless, they've become Eager to annihilate, just for their own outcome In the shadows deep, now he's fled Prometheus his name, I've said Known as the one who thinks ahead Prometheus his name, a choice of dead